I finished a marathon. 26.2 miles of running. It was hard (understatement of the year). But the journey, the people who got me through (and to t he starting line in the first place) made it more than just a run. ---- When my childhood bestie asked me to do a marathon with her, without hesitation I said yes. For those of you who don’t know Maria Timm, I’ll just say she’s persistent. She’s been asking me to run 26.2 (fun) miles with her for a couple of years. She talked me into 13.1, but I was convinced I’d never run the full sha-bang. But for some reason this time when she asked, I easily agreed. I like to believe it was God’s way of taking care of future me. His way of nudging and proving that, “with Him, all things are possible” (Matthew 19:26). I couldn’t yet know the deep hurt, the gnawing ache, the consuming restlessness I would feel as my sunshiny summer came to a jolting hault. But He did. He knew how meaningful this ra
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.